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A palpitating head, full of aggressive thoughts continued to anger the Crown Prince as he stomped his way to the open grounds from where the men were to start their competition.
Mounts and their pompous riders awaited a second song of the horn, a traditional custom the Empire had continued even as majestic trumps were available to make as a marvellous start.
Its sound incited the men's wildness, and as one who had been to war to satisfy his boredom, Zeleskiaz felt little to its archaic melody. For the encounters he had crossed on his way were enough to flare his beastly means… as it was not only his love for the woman but also the deity living within his bloodline that felt indignation at the impudence the duchess and her youngest daughter had to approach him a second time.
